𝓥alerie
@universejumping.bsky.social
❝Why is it that those with the most power are often the weakest?❞ || MDNI || #DWRP
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𝓥alerie
@universejumping.bsky.social
· Mar 28
a person pouring coffee into a cup with a bottle that says dawn on it
ALT: a person pouring coffee into a cup with a bottle that says dawn on it
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❝I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you. Or anybody that decides that I'm of use.❞ ┃ #DWRP
━ Valerie Tyler; The Big Bad Wolf; The Doctor's Daughter.
━ Trigger Warning; Adult themes ahead!
━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.
━ Valerie Tyler; The Big Bad Wolf; The Doctor's Daughter.
━ Trigger Warning; Adult themes ahead!
━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.
Pickpocketing the reader.
November 28, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Pickpocketing the reader.
Been having a fascinating conversation with this little guy!
November 28, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Been having a fascinating conversation with this little guy!
Yawn! She's eaten so much food. She's full and sleepy.
(She's not even American, she just guilted somebody with her big eyes into letting her join their festivities.)
(She's not even American, she just guilted somebody with her big eyes into letting her join their festivities.)
November 28, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Yawn! She's eaten so much food. She's full and sleepy.
(She's not even American, she just guilted somebody with her big eyes into letting her join their festivities.)
(She's not even American, she just guilted somebody with her big eyes into letting her join their festivities.)
Quietly sitting and cleaning her knives.
She has a comical amount of them. More than she had a week ago, actually.
She has a comical amount of them. More than she had a week ago, actually.
November 24, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Quietly sitting and cleaning her knives.
She has a comical amount of them. More than she had a week ago, actually.
She has a comical amount of them. More than she had a week ago, actually.
You're really hard to shop for. Anyone ever tell you that?
(She says, as if she shops. All of her gifts are either handmade or stolen.)
(She says, as if she shops. All of her gifts are either handmade or stolen.)
oh? a birthday present, for me? why thank you!
November 24, 2025 at 7:25 PM
You're really hard to shop for. Anyone ever tell you that?
(She says, as if she shops. All of her gifts are either handmade or stolen.)
(She says, as if she shops. All of her gifts are either handmade or stolen.)
//In the mood to put Val in some situations. 🥺
November 22, 2025 at 7:07 PM
//In the mood to put Val in some situations. 🥺
(Thousand yard stare.)
yeah...
fun....
yeah...
fun....
science is a tool we use to have fun.
November 20, 2025 at 1:26 AM
(Thousand yard stare.)
yeah...
fun....
yeah...
fun....
Oh, you wanted me to stop *now?*
Dude, you're STILL smiling!
(A roll of her eyes. And then she giggles.)
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
November 17, 2025 at 5:37 PM
Oh, you wanted me to stop *now?*
(A roll of her eyes. And then she giggles.)
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
I guess you can't help everyone.
(Slowly tilts her head to the side. Still smiling. Like a creepy doll.)
November 17, 2025 at 8:22 AM
(A roll of her eyes. And then she giggles.)
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
I'm fucking with you. I'm not stuck smiling 24/7 or anything. And I've never been to a funeral, so...
Don't know what I'd do.
(Slowly tilts her head to the side. Still smiling. Like a creepy doll.)
That's fucked up. You should see someone for that. I had a friend whose face muscles got fucked up after he did so much heroin from one of those, like, spoons you get in cereal packets without washing it that he was, like, permanently smiling and his eyes got stuck wide, and he was always winking.
(Just sort of stares at him. Still smiling.)
November 17, 2025 at 12:51 AM
(Slowly tilts her head to the side. Still smiling. Like a creepy doll.)
(Just sort of stares at him. Still smiling.)
Well yeah. That's how smiling works. You don't smile at, like, funerals, right?
. . . Right?
. . . Right?
You have a lot of smiling-rules, dude.
November 17, 2025 at 12:21 AM
(Just sort of stares at him. Still smiling.)
You have a lot of smiling-rules, dude.
That's not smile behavior.
(With a great big smile:) Now you're just being a jerk.
November 17, 2025 at 12:07 AM
You have a lot of smiling-rules, dude.
(With a great big smile:) Now you're just being a jerk.
( Mock disgusted: ) Even war and cancer and murder and genocide?
Everything!
November 16, 2025 at 11:53 PM
(With a great big smile:) Now you're just being a jerk.
Everything!
Naturally happy about what?
Well, I guess I'm just... naturally happy!
November 16, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Everything!
Well, I guess I'm just... naturally happy!
Well, *yeah*.
(She stares as if he just asked her for the meaning of life or some other unknowable question.)
Do I need a reason to smile?
Do I need a reason to smile?
November 16, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Well, I guess I'm just... naturally happy!
(She stares as if he just asked her for the meaning of life or some other unknowable question.)
Do I need a reason to smile?
Do I need a reason to smile?
What for? Shit's fucked.
I'm always smiling, s —
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
November 16, 2025 at 9:23 PM
(She stares as if he just asked her for the meaning of life or some other unknowable question.)
Do I need a reason to smile?
Do I need a reason to smile?
I'm always smiling, s —
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
What are YOU smiling at.
November 16, 2025 at 6:52 PM
I'm always smiling, s —
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
Oh! It's you!
I'm always smiling, dude.
She's very good at pretending to be a person.
She even remembers to blink, like, 80% of the time.
She even remembers to blink, like, 80% of the time.
November 16, 2025 at 7:55 AM
She's very good at pretending to be a person.
She even remembers to blink, like, 80% of the time.
She even remembers to blink, like, 80% of the time.
What part? My voice really isn't that squeaky.
hmmm no! that can't be right.
.... My name's Valerie. Remember? Your daughter?
My voice isn't that high pitched.
My voice isn't that high pitched.
November 12, 2025 at 7:33 PM
What part? My voice really isn't that squeaky.
.... My name's Valerie. Remember? Your daughter?
My voice isn't that high pitched.
My voice isn't that high pitched.
what is that incessant high-pitched squeaking sound that seems to be following me wherever i go
November 12, 2025 at 5:26 AM
.... My name's Valerie. Remember? Your daughter?
My voice isn't that high pitched.
My voice isn't that high pitched.
Valerie wouldn't know. She opened her mouth to say that... But then simply closed it.
She then turned back to the television.
"Sure." She said, simply. Letting the subject drop for now. "Y'know, I like the, uh... What do you call it? Art style?"
She then turned back to the television.
"Sure." She said, simply. Letting the subject drop for now. "Y'know, I like the, uh... What do you call it? Art style?"
He shrugs.
“Yeah… but like, high school, right?”
Richie leans towards the TV again.
“Do… you wanna continue watching?”
“Yeah… but like, high school, right?”
Richie leans towards the TV again.
“Do… you wanna continue watching?”
"Do people laugh at your pain a lot?"
She asked, earnestness obvious in her expression. She was worried about him.
She asked, earnestness obvious in her expression. She was worried about him.
November 11, 2025 at 5:36 AM
Valerie wouldn't know. She opened her mouth to say that... But then simply closed it.
She then turned back to the television.
"Sure." She said, simply. Letting the subject drop for now. "Y'know, I like the, uh... What do you call it? Art style?"
She then turned back to the television.
"Sure." She said, simply. Letting the subject drop for now. "Y'know, I like the, uh... What do you call it? Art style?"